Page 5 of Pain and Possession

You're going to die anyway.

On that notion I reach up as my head spins wildly, pressing my hand to his cheek softly. He really is so handsome.He stills for a moment his eyes widening only for a second before returning to their hooded state. I leave my hand there, stroking his stubble adorned skin with my thumb. It tickles the palms of my hands and the soft pads of my fingers, forming a smile on my face. His hazel eyes never leave mine. I take a deep breath before lifting on my tip toes, crashing my lips into his. Nipping hard onto his bottom lip and for a second I worry he didn't like it as he pulls away. His eyes are dark and lit at the same time as he removes my hand from his cheek and presses it against the hard bulge in his pants, "You're coming with me."

I nod as he releases me, even though it didn't sound like a request anymore. Reluctantly pulling my palm from his hardened length. He adjusts his erection before taking my hand tightly as if someone might try to steal his prey. That's what I am. His prey and the crux of my thighs tighten in response as he leads me towards Hock and Lane.

He clears his throat, making Hock tense up and jerk away from my friend. Her eyes meet mine as she takes in the strange man's hand wrapped around mine and the puffy state of my lips. She hops down from the bar, wrapping her arms around me.

I hug her back tightly, tighter than I ever have before, shaking my hand loose from his. We hold each other like that for a moment before she pulls back, tears running down her face.I blink mine away, reaching up and wiping at hers with the sleeve of my shirt, “None of that. I love you and I'll see you tomorrow."

She nods, forcing a smile to her lips, "I love you more, Olive. Use protection."

We both laugh, knowing it's a lie. Knowing it doesn't matter.

I'll never see her again.

I watch Hock pick her up, placing her back on the bar as he feeds her a drink from his bottle of liquor. I'm grateful she's not at some club with her asshole boyfriend tonight. I can't shake the pit of anxiety at the thought of leaving her. She gives him a weak smile and they are right back where they left off.

The man takes my hand again, pulling me towards the back of the bar. He goes to grab my phone from the stereo, but I stop him, "I don't think I'll be needing it." I chuckle dryly, unwilling to disrupt the people enjoying my music.

"Good point." His gravelly voice wraps itself around my skin, setting my core on fire.The cool air hits me at the same time as the shouting and chaos of the people on the streets. A bit of fear picks up inside me despite the circumstances, "Is it safe to leave?"

He smirks, pulling me towards a street bike at the end of the alley. "Nowhere is safe right now, doll."

Holy fucking hell.

I run my hand over the cool leather of the seat, its black sleek body made for speed. Something I wouldn't dream of getting on… on a normal day.

Today is not a normal day.

He lifts the helmet from the seat, handing it to me before he straddles the bike, kicking the stand up.

"A helmet seems pretty pointless.” I mutter, eyeing it with distaste.He grips my chin, pulling me to him as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it roughly.

"Put it on, I need to bury my cock inside you. Can't do that if your brain is smeared across the highway."

My eyes widen as I slip it over my head, letting him adjust it for me before he holds out his hand helping me on the bike.

I waste no time clinging to him, my hands pressed against his toned abs. I drag his shirt from his pants, sliding my hands underneath so that I can touch him as he makes his way to the main road. He groans against me as I continue to trail my fingers along the sculpted planes of his stomach.

"As lovely as that feels, we don't have a lot of time, so I'm going to need you to hold on tight, doll."

I immediately tense, wrapping my arms around him in a vice grip. He laughs as he takes off, the back tires of the bike squealing against the wet pavement. I yelp and bury my head in his back as he barrels through a group of looters at the end of the alley. One of them only barely jumping out of his way in time.Once my heart and stomach catch up to us, I lift my head from his back, looking around me as we tear down the highway at breakneck speed. It's mostly deserted. A few groups of people are walking, scattered about.

Most everyone is at home, holding the people they love. Saying goodbye. My eyes go to the man I'm holding onto as it finally hits me.

We're going to die together.

The sentimental, hopelessly romantic girl inside me can't help but put stock in that. His wavy dark hair, is cut short at the sides, left longer at the top and it looks so soft. I can't resist the urge to run my fingers through it. I slowly relax my grip on his stomach but before I can let go his hand grips mine pulling it back in place.Such a simple action somehow so filled with authority and confidence I don't dare try to remove it again.

I don't even know your name.

Maybe it's better that way. After all, we are complete strangers. We should die that way too. I don't need to know him; I just need to have him. I need to have him in all the ways I've denied my body for years.

Fuck being romantic. It's the end of the goddamn world.

With that thought a bubble of excitement fills my stomach. I lean my head back, watching the streetlights zoom past overhead and laugh. This is the most alive I think I've ever felt, and I'm about to die.

Him

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